Journey of Life

Really, where is the fine line between giving constructive criticism and destructive criticism? Does it lie on the criticizer's words and mentality or does it lie on the receiver's heart and perception? This is something very important for all of us to learn. To learn to receive and give criticism without hard feelings. Of course, it is very hard to achieve since everyone loves praises more than criticisms anyways! But, too much of praises will be like Paula Abdul, noone takes her seriously like Simon Cowell. Yet again, too much dosage of criticism would make the relationship and the receiver sour and demotivated. This is also the easiest way to bring down an organization and teamwork. Then again, criticism is also crucial for improvement, or should I use a better word? Oh wells, a german told me before. When they criticize, they criticize on the matter at hand and not personal attack which Asians always perceive. And Muns told me last week to give a hamburger criticism. A...

I have the loveliest father in the whole world. He is a visionary. So many damn good examples for this! He is the most forgiving dad. He is humble. He is not fearful in doing the right thing. He is very very gentle. He has his own version of humour. He challenges me. He is wise. so very wise! He is tall! He loves mum more and more each day. Most of all, He has a fervent heart for God, always burning brighter and hotter, even at his lowest moments. The best lesson he taught me this year is on Holy Spirit - who He is and the power of the Holy Spirit! Yeaps, like how most daughters would say, I want to marry a man like my dad. I am very proud of him. Thanks for sharing life and walking life with me =).

Patience. There is value in waiting. I am still hoping. But this hope is not baseless (I hope).

It is really weird not having you around anymore. I miss the days when I come home with you welcoming me by the gate. Rain or shine, sick or healthy you will be there with your wagging tail and bright eyes. When I come home past midnight, I am never afraid even though everyone says I could even get abducted in front of my house. Because I know you are here and you are watching over me. Of course your bark is veryy loud! I also miss the days when I  say BYE MERCY before I leave home. After I make a u-turn and drive past, I will look into the house and wave at you. You will be looking me with those eyes that speak - I am waiting for you to come back ! Or you will be so smart to run out of the house and I had to shout and chase you to come home. You know what? You always leave home at the wrong time - when I am going out. Worst part is, you never listen to me! -.- But it is funny that when we purposely lock you out of the house as punishment, you know who to find and lure them ...